Текст песни Алексей Рыбников - Жар-птица

This bird of paradise lands
Golden plumage
Ivan got her,
As if by a pike.

Maybe it's cheating
Only the tale says:
The stars are pouring into my pocket
If there is a Firebird in the house.

It will only flap its wings
Will sing sweetly
The ice will melt on the river
The sun will come out without asking.

Maybe it's cheating
Only the tale says:
The stars are pouring into my pocket
If there is a Firebird in the house.

And such beauty
And such and such a miracle,
It's a pity that it's locked in a cage
Looks around fearfully.

Maybe it's cheating
Only the tale says:
The stars are pouring into my pocket
If there is a Firebird in the house.

She would be in the sky, in the clouds,
And to the Firebirds again in the flock,
But Ivan the Fool's head does not know about that.